Page 85 of I See You

Simple. Short. Final. And she knew not to push him. Sevyn just nodded, understanding in her eyes.

"Can I ask you a question now?" Hassan asked, his voice low, unreadable.

Sevyn chuckled softly. "Yeah."

He smirked, shaking his head. "Nah, I ain't even about to ask that shit. You gon’ blow up and shit again."

Sevynsmackedherlips,rollinghereyes."No,I’mnot,Hassan. Just ask me."

He studied her for a moment before leaning back in his chair. "Why was you with that green-ass nigga?"

Herbreathhitchedslightly,andHassancaughtit.Hereyes flickered with a storm of emotions before she composed herself. "Umm...itstartedasconvenience.Myfatherintroducedus,and he’s very fond of the type of man Braxton is, so I took a chance on it." She paused, as if measuring her words. "Then, as time progressed, I actually fell in love."

She kept it short, sweet. But the weight behind her words said enough.

"The one time I step outside my type, I get my heart broken." Her voice was quieter now, more to herself than to him.

Hassan’sjawtightenedslightly.Hedidn’treact,didn’tshow an ounce of emotion, but something about hearing her say that— admitting her heart had been broken—hit him in a way he didn’t expect.

It didn’t make sense. He barely knew her. But still, the protective feeling was there. Heavy. Unshakable.

Hassan nodded, letting the conversation end where it was. Talking about Braxton wasn’t going to do anything but piss him off, and he wasn’t in the mood for that.

A knock at the office door shifted both of their attention. His head of security, Bully, stepped inside. “Sorry to interrupt, boss, but Roman is downstairs waiting for your next meeting.” His tone was neutral, but Hassan caught the code instantly. Business. The kind of business that explained why Braxton had been snooping around in the first place.

Hassan nodded, dismissing him, and Bully stepped out.

Sevyn glanced at her watch, her eyes nearly popping out of her head. “It’s almost three in the morning—who the hell has a meeting this late?”

Hassan fought the smirk threatening to creep onto his face. “Yo ass is real nosy.”

She rolled her eyes, shifting her purse over her shoulder. “I’ll mind my business then.”

Hassan took the opportunity to admire her as she moved. That orange dress hugged every curve perfectly, her body looking even better now than when she first walked in. He wasn’t blind to beauty— he had women throwing themselves at him daily—but none of them carried the poise, the quiet fire, or the effortless sex appeal Sevyn did. She was something different. And different was dangerous.

When she turned, she nearly bumped into his chest, her body freezing for a moment at how close they were. Inches apart. Their eyes met, and Hassan caught the shift in her expression—she was reading him again. But beneath the curiosity, beneath the guarded exterior she tried so hard to keep up, there was something else.

Something he felt too.She broke the moment first, looking away quickly.

“I’ll walk you out,” Hassan said, his voice low, calm. Sevyn nodded, but her pulse was racing.

They walked down the stairs together, Sevyn’s heels clicking against the marble flooring as she descended. Roman stood at the bottom, leaning against the railing, casually scrolling through his phone. When he looked up and saw Sevyn walking with Hassan not too far behind, his brows shot up in surprise before a knowing smirk stretched across his lips.

“Well, well… wassup, Sevyn.” His voice was laced with amusement, his sharp eyes flickering between the two of them.

Sevyn met his gaze with a polite smile, her usual poise and grace never faltering. “Hey, Roman. How are you?” she asked smoothly, ignoring the obvious curiosity in his expression.

“Can’t complain,” he responded, the smirk still playing on his lips. Hassan stood a few steps behind, his hands in his pockets, silently observing the exchange. He didn’t miss the way Roman was sizing up thesituation,hisexpressionmischievouslikehewasitchingtosay something slick.

“I bet,” Sevyn replied, tilting her head slightly. “You and my cousin have been spending a lot of time together.”

Roman chuckled, shaking his head. “I can’t get enough of her.” His tone was lighthearted, but the amused glint in his eye never left. “But this… this is a surprise.” He motioned between her and Hassan.

Sevyn laughed softly, but Hassan? He just stared at Roman like he was one comment away from getting knocked out. The unspoken tension simmered between them, and Roman—being Roman— enjoyed every second of it.

Then, without a word, Hassan stepped forward, placing a firm hand on the small of Sevyn’s back. His touch was light, but possessive, his fingers lingering just enough to send a subtle message. He didn’t miss the slight shiver that ran through her body, though she kept her composure.

“Let’s go,” Hassan murmured in a low, commanding tone. Sevyn, like always, submitted effortlessly.

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